R.I.P. Jane Russell

All my idols are old, decrepit and dying. When Maureen o'hara bites it I'll be in mourning for at least a week just so you know.

Yes, I can cook

I came home from The Dive thinking I'd throw some leftovers into some fried potatoes which turned into more potatoes and me making cornbread since one or the other of them mentioned it. Lucy at least ate after I finished all that. I gave up halfway through since I didn't care anymore.I'm all into instant gratification, or almost instant. I would have waited on the potatoes.
Now, Oscars since Lucy seems to have permanently planted her ass on my couch. Yes, I'm a bit grouchy, get over it.
I think I'll smoke and put my ass in bed. Night kids.

Hopefully Slightly More Coherent

I'm still sick, and yes, I should see a Dr. and may actually do that tomorrow because I'm sick of being sick.
I slept all day Friday, and slept some more Friday night and today until Annie called asking me to do something for her at work. I went, did, drank, and I think I'm feverish again. My back is also killing me from so much time in bed.
The new boss is killing us all because he's a dick, and it's hard to care anymore becasuse he's that much of one, so I haven't given a shit about being sick and missing work because Fuck Him. Wrong attitude I know, but there it is.

I think it's time to go sleep some more.

I Hate This Shit

It's a Tornader. Gettin blown away,does it matter if you end up in Hell or Purgatory?
My take is, I'm taking the dog and me to bed. I'm too drunk to care.

Baby Got Back, kinda sorta

Today was probably the worst day of work I've ever had, and that's saying something. Part of it was Tylenol and Mucinex on coffee, OJ and Sundrop, but most of it was bullshit. I hid in my office as much as possible and counted the minutes.
I'm still not well is part of it too. I'm way too fucking sensitive right now.
I went to The Dive to get away, it was Karoke night. I didn't sing, but The Assholes showed up as did Lucy, and I danced. I got in a much better mood.
Then I came home, where Lucy was on the phone with my mom since she got here before I did, and Annie was just a wet blanket, and my headache from the awfulness increased tenfold. And I'm accused of having an attitude.
I give up.
I'm taking my headache, attitude and bullshit to bed and hope I don't wake up. I don't want to deal with this shit anymore.

I Should Pay More Attention

Bunches of stuff, so I'll hit the highlights, kinda sorta. Been stupid busy at work, took the weekend off to get a haircut and that turned into much drunkenness, not just mine. No bad, just drunk. Been playing too much at night for awhile so apparently that was my health's last hurrah for a little bit. Felt like shit Sunday, swore someone stomped all over me with hob-nailed boots. Apparently I was just getting sick. Gave up and came home Monday morning a bit after 9 to sleep all day, and sweat. Lucy is here so there was dinner, and more sleep, and more sweat. Hopefully behind me, we'll see. My head still hurts, but I did work and went out after where Annie and I wound up getting into it about work again because I know something I can't say and dammit, I'll have to fix that tomorrow. The person who told me never should have told me and it's killing me.
Yeah, I can get even more cryptic if you want, but there ya go for now.
New boss no longer sees me as his new toy, I'm in the pool with the rest of the castoffs now, and he's gone so I can't ask why since I was too sick to care yesterday. Just gonna try to muddle through till next week. I should already be in bed, but dammit I'm tired of it, and I need to change the sheets, but don't feel like it and hate to waste the effort. Maybe I'll sleeping bag on the couch tonight with Handsome, we haven't camped out in awhile.
Think I'll go check out that option. Night kids.

Well that was different

I was going to say Queen should never be included in a karaoke menu, but a couple of girls did them justice. There was some pretty awful singing, and some amazingly good singing. I refrained. I read and threw a few darts. This very attractive black man with a british accent was throwing next to me and dancing to all the songs for awhile. I asked him to play, but he was happy doing what he was doing so alrighty then. I did have to show him my 3 double bulls, that may be why he left. Oh well. The accent was cool, but would have gotten him only so far.
I came home and hit the bed, got up to cook just because. Fried potatoes with onins, hot pepper and hamburger. Threw it on a hamburger bun with some ketchup. Pretty good shit.
I need to sleep since I need to be at work early to start hell week all over again. I've worn a rut in the floor this week because I've been all over the damned place again. My new boss is.....I dunno. I don't like some things he's done, but he seems to like me so I'm going with that for now. I can make him laugh even if I can't so that's something.
Sleep. Night Kids.

Perimenopause

Apparently I has a raging case of it. I skipped occasionally, thought I was done, but Hell No, it came back with a vengence and brought all those hormones with it. I thought bleeding was supposed to relieve pressure, but I guess not, or maybe the not built up the hormones......I'm drunk I don't know shit.
I just know I was relatively stable for a couple of months while not having a period, when I decided to have one again it threw me into Screaming Shrew Bitch mode for a bit and now The Deepest Pits of Hell Depression. I wrote my suicide note the other night kinda depression. It's not pleasant.
I'd prefer to be funny, but it's hard to be funny when your ovaries are strangling your creativity and everything else in your life. So I've been quiet. Ok, I'm always quiet, but writing has always also been my outlet, and I haven't wanted to write. I haven't wanted to do a whole lot of anything except drink and sleep. It's not all that much fun.
I haven't been anywhere, I've been either working or sitting in a bar, or sleeping. Again, not all that pleasant.
Tonight I'm overtaking my ovaries and making an actual blog post. Damn them to Hell.
I think it's time to take my drunk ass to bed since I have to work tomorrow and if it's anything like the last couple of days? I'll be busy. Night kids.

Happy V.D. Kids

It was a Monday all freaking day. That's about the best that can be said for it. I'm going to bed.
Addendum, I remembered this and I'm better now. Course I'm crying, but better now. Night kids.

Gnomes and Gossip

Gnome 2 kept talking about "this cute little thing" she works with. Apparently he worked where I do at some point, I don't know him. Lucy and I laughed because "he's a cute little thing" came up several times. It was funny.
Lucy and I wound up at Offal House since I haven't eaten this week and I may never eat again now.
I lost my train, I think I'll just go to bed. Night kids.

Frustration Cessation

Yeah, it's been awhile again because things have been stupid and so have I.
I spent most of my afternoon trying to make a square peg fit into a round hole because the new boss heard I couldn't do it. He didn't know it was a square peg and a round hole, but he will tomorrow.
The square peg will be firmly implanted in someone's round hole before I leave tomorrow, under armed guard or not.
New Boss is ok, but old assholes and demands on my time are confusing him and me and causing me more problems. We'll be fixing some shit.
Later kids.

Yep, Monday Again

Kinda sorta watched that ballgame yesterday at The Asshole's house with some other people and a bunch of food. Lucy was designated driver so that was cool. Annie was fried by the time we got there and our Host and Hostess weren't far behind. It was still a good time. I didn't expect to last past halftime, but we stayed till it was over. I picked the winning team even tho I didn't give a shit, threw away some money on squares and pretty much just hung out. That works for me.
Went to The Dive to read after work today (where I hid as much as possible since the bosses are in town again), threw a few darts with My Brother Who Really Isn't, he paid my tab, so now I'm home washing clothes. The only dress pants I had clean this morning are too big so I had to wash the shit that actually fits. I think that'll be the extent of my evening. Dry clothes and put them away and put my ass in bed. We're getting snow talk again. Today went from 52 to 30 pretty quickly and it's just gonna get colder tomorrow, so I need to check the sweater situation also.
Later kids.

Karoke, or something like that, there was singing

Mrs. Asshole can sing. My server/bartender can sing. Other People, some good, and not so much. Mrs. Asshole did "Sweet Transvestite" with me. I just provided sound effects. Heh.
Drunk. B&B is not my friend if I'm gonn be lucid. Ok, I'm not as drunk as I play to be. Karoke wasn't the huge fail I expected it to be, so good for The Owner. I'll bring a Cher wig next time he wants to do that song.

Off to bed.

I think I should be scared

Had meeting with new boss today. I thought it went ok. Annie called me later and it sounds like hers didn't go so well. I only got the highlights, and no, didn't sound good at all. She came home while I was out drinking with my brother who isn't. Apparently I hit my beer curve after he left. I still had beer so I threw a few darts. Triple single on every fucking one. Just couldn't hit a bullseye. Glad I only play for fun.
Handsome was happily having a mudbath while I was out grilling pork chops so I came in and gave him a bath because really? He was chocolate covered. His mom will either chew me out or thank me in the morning. She didn't see him, so thanks would be in order.
He's snoozing on the loveseat in front of the heater and I'm taking my ass to bed, in a minute.

Facebook post I made earlier, makes perfect sense to me, but does it to you?
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I guess I'll quit following the yellow brick one since it's paved with lies.

I think someone took that as political or something. Not at all what I meant.

Yep, time for clean sheets and sleep. Later kids.